Ben teaches her a lesson

Leslie’s couldn’t believe what was happening as she felt Ben’s fat cock head nudge against her fat wet slit.

Leslie gasped as the thick head of Ben’s cock pressed against her swollen lips, the heat of him searing into her slick flesh. Her back arched off the desk, her full breasts trembling with each ragged breath as she felt herself stretch around him.

"Oh fuck—" she whimpered, her nails digging into the edge of the desk as he pushed forward, the blunt pressure forcing her open inch by inch. Her wetness coated him, the obscene sound of her body yielding filling the office air.

Ben thrust forward with a deep, hungry groan, burying every inch of his cock inside her in one relentless stroke. Leslie’s back arched off the desk as a strangled cry tore from her throat—her body stretched impossibly full, her wet walls fluttering around his girth. Her huge 44DD tits jolted with the impact, swaying heavily as he pulled back only to slam into her again, his hips pistoning with raw, youthful urgency.

Each brutal snap of his pelvis sent shockwaves through her, her breasts bouncing wildly, nipples stiff and aching as they brushed against his sweat-slicked abdomen.

Leslie’s mind races with the thoughts of Craig as she was getting fucked by young Ben’s fat cock. Ben’s cock thrusted into Leslie with relentless hunger, his balls slapping against her ass as her plush thighs trembled around his hips. Her nails clawed at the desk, papers crumpling beneath her writhing body as another man’s cock fucked her in ways Craig hadn’t in years.

God, Craig— The thought flickered through her haze of pleasure, her husband’s face flashing behind her clenched eyelids. His warm smile, his strong hands—hands that had touched her just this morning before work—now felt like a distant memory compared to the searing heat of Ben’s cock splitting her open.

You like my fat cock slut is what Ben said say it say you love my fat cock say it”.

Ben’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of Leslie’s hips as he pulled her harder onto his cock, his voice rough with dominance. “Say it,” he growled, his thrusts becoming sharper, deeper. “Tell me you love my fat cock, you cheating slut.”

Leslie’s breath hitched, her swollen lips parting as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. “I—I love your fat cock,” she moaned, the words spilling out in a breathless whimper.

Ben’s dirty talk was make Leslie’s orgasm build. Ben’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of Leslie’s hips as he pulled her harder onto his cock, his voice rough with dominance. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fat cock, you cheating slut,” he growled, his thrusts turning brutal—short, sharp snaps of his hips that punched the air from her lungs.

Leslie’s thighs quivered, her pussy clenching around him as his words sent a fresh wave of heat through her. “Fuck—yes,” she gasped, her back arching off the desk, her tits bouncing with every ruthless drive of his hips.

Make me cum make my cheating ass cum. Ben hear her words as his balls tighten up as he pounds her fat pussy. “Make me cum, make my cheating ass cum," Leslie gasped, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them. Her own voice shocked her—husky, ****, dripping with sin.

Ben’s grin was feral as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "That’s it, admit it—you’re a filthy little cheater, and you fucking love it." His hips snapped harder, his cock grinding deep, hitting a spot inside her that made her vision blur.

Leslie’s thighs trembled, her nails raking down his back as the pleasure coiled tighter, unbearable.

Ben’s hands slid under Leslie’s trembling thighs, lifting them with a grunt until her calves draped over his shoulders. The new angle **** her hips higher, her plush ass barely clinging to the edge of the desk as he leaned into her, his cock spearing even deeper.

“Fuck, look at you,” Ben snarled, his gaze raking over her bouncing tits, the flushed swell of them jiggling with every brutal thrust. The slap of skin grew louder, wetter, as he thrusted into her with raw, unchecked ****, his balls slapping against her ass in a relentless rhythm.

Leslie’s fingers sank into the soft, heavy weight of her tits, her nails grazing her own stiff nipples as she arched beneath Ben’s relentless thrusts. A broken moan tore from her throat, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain as his cock stretched her impossibly wider.

“That’s it, play with those fat tits while I wreck your cheating pussy,” Ben snarled, his hips slamming into her with bruising ****. Her breasts jiggled obscenely in her own hands, the flushed peaks pebbled tight under her frantic fingers.

Ben’s grip tightened as he felt Leslie’s inner walls flutter wildly around him, her slick heat clamping down in rhythmic pulses. “That’s it, cum for me, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Let that cheating pussy cream all over my fat cock.”

Leslie’s back arched off the desk, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the orgasm ripped through her, white-hot and merciless.

Ben didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. The moment Leslie’s orgasm crested, her pussy clamping around him like a velvet vice, he only fucked her harder, his cock pistoning into her with a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. "You're not done," he snarled, his voice rough with possession, his hands locking around her hips to keep her pinned beneath him. "You're gonna cum again, slut. Right fucking now."

Leslie gasped, her body still shuddering from the first climax, her nerves raw and oversensitive—but Ben’s cock dragged against her swollen walls with ruthless precision, reigniting the fire low in her belly.

Ben’s balls tightened, the pressure building to an unbearable ache, but he gritted his teeth—no, not yet. He wasn’t done with her. With a snarl, he hooked Leslie’s legs over his forearms, spreading her wider as he hammered into her with short, punishing strokes, the head of his cock grinding against that spongy spot inside her that made her scream.

“You—fuck—you’re gonna cum again,” he growled, his voice ragged. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, leaving angry red marks as he fucked her through the aftershocks of her first orgasm, relentless.

“Oh god, yes—fuck me, fuck me, Ben!" Leslie sobbed, her voice breaking as her hips jerked helplessly against his brutal thrusts. Her thighs quivered where they hooked over his arms, her whole body strung tight like a live wire.

Ben’s teeth grazed her collarbone, his breath hot and ragged against her damp skin. "You take it so fucking good," he snarled, his hips snapping harder, deeper, the slap of flesh echoing off the office walls. "Like this cheating pussy was made for my cock."

Leslie’s nails bit into his shoulders as another orgasm coiled low in her belly, the pleasure white-hot and merciless.

Ben’s thrusts turned jagged, his rhythm fracturing as his cock throbbed inside her. “Beg me,” he snarled, his voice raw. “Beg me to cum inside your cheating fat pussy—tell me you want it, slut.”

Leslie’s thighs trembled, her slick walls fluttering around him as she arched off the desk. “Please—” she gasped, her nails raking down his back. “Fill me, Ben—god, I need it—cum inside me, please—”

His hips stuttered, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt.

"That’s what I fucking wanted to hear," Ben roared, his voice raw with possession. His hips jerked violently as his cock pulsed deep inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding Leslie’s clenching pussy in hot, sticky bursts. She gasped as the scalding heat filled her, her thighs trembling where they locked around his waist—every throb of his cock wringing another weak whimper from her swollen lips.

Leslie’s breath hitched as Ben’s cock twitched violently inside her, each thick, jerking pulse sending another scalding flood of cum deeper into her clenching walls. She could feel every throb—the way his shaft swelled impossibly harder before erupting, the wet, filthy sounds of his release filling her to the brim.

"Fuck—fuck—take it all, you greedy slut," Ben growled through clenched teeth, his hips grinding against her as another heavy spurt painted her insides.

Ben held his cock deep in her pussy until it went soft

Ben kept his cock buried to the hilt, his thick shaft twitching as the last pulses of cum emptied into her. Leslie whimpered as she felt the wet heat spread inside her, his grip tightening on her hips to hold her flush against him. His breath came in ragged bursts against her neck, his sweat-slick chest pressing her deeper into the desk.

"Fuck…" he growled, grinding deeper as if to milk every last drop into her. Leslie’s thighs trembled, her slick walls still fluttering around him in weak aftershocks, her husband’s name a distant, guilty whisper in the back of her mind.

Ben’s cock pulsed one last time inside her before finally softening, the swollen heat of it still pressed impossibly deep. With a wet, filthy sound, he dragged his shaft halfway out—only for Leslie to feel the first thick trickle of his cum seeping past her stretched entrance.

“Look at that,” Ben muttered darkly, his fingers digging into the backs of her thighs as he watched his own spend glisten between her trembling folds. “Already leaking me out like a fucking slut who can’t keep it in.”

Before she could gasp a reply, he shoved himself back inside with a rough snap of his hips, the fat head of his cock spreading her anew, forcing his own cum deeper with the brutal intrusion.

Leslie’s gasp tore through the room—sharp, broken—as Ben slammed back into her with a wet, brutal thrust. Her back arched off the desk, her fingers scrambling against the wood as his cock speared her open again, forcing another thick pulse of his cum deeper where it pooled inside her.

“F-fuck—Ben—!” she choked, her voice cracking as his hips rolled, grinding the swollen head of his cock against her spasming walls.

Ben’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he finally pulled out with a wet, filthy sound.

When Ben pulled his cock from this time he pulled Leslie’s panties back up saying I don’t want any of my cum to leak out so you can take it on to your husband”

Ben’s satisfaction darkened Ben’s smirk as he dragged Leslie’s damp panties up her shaking thighs, the lace clinging to her flushed skin. His fingers lingered possessively, tucking the soaked fabric tight against her swollen slit—trapping his cum inside her with a rough, deliberate tug.

"Good girl," he murmured, his thumb pressing cruelly against her clit through the ruined lace, making her whimper. "Let your husband wonder why you’re so fucking wet tonight."

A shiver wracked Leslie’s body as his cum pulsed hot and thick against her clenched walls, the panties forcing every drop to stay buried deep. Ben leaned down, his breath scorching her ear.

Her husband Craig came rushing back into her mind what would he think if he found out as Ben bent down and sucked on one her big nipples before leaving her on her desk

Ben’s teeth grazed her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her oversensitive body just as Craig’s face flashed behind her eyelids—his kind eyes, his trusting hands, the wedding band she still wore glinting in the dim office light.

“Mmm, still thinking about him?” Ben murmured against her breast, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before sucking hard enough to make her back arch. The wet heat of his mouth contrasted with the cold dread coiling in her stomach—Craig would know, he’d see the way her thighs stuck together, smell Ben on her skin—

A whimper escaped her as Ben finally pulled away, leaving her nipple glistening.

Ben straightened up, leaving Leslie sprawled across the desk—her blouse gaping open, pale breasts still flushed and glistening with sweat, nipples stiff from his rough attention. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, the delicate lace of her panties clinging to her swollen folds, the fabric dark and translucent where their mixed release seeped through.

A breathless whimper escaped her as the cool office air ghosted over her damp skin, her thighs trembling where they remained slightly parted. She could feel the thick warmth of Ben’s cum still leaking from her, the ruined lace pressing it back against her sensitive flesh with every shallow breath she took.